Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 194 "Little Demon Master" Fang Yeyu
How can this person have such a sharp eye!

Bu Di's mind raced, and after a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly laughed and said, "Truly worthy of being a master whom even a minor demon master treats with utmost caution!"

He nodded: "I am currently working under 'Little Demon Master' Fang Yeyu. I came to see you all on his orders."

"We're just here for sightseeing," Ren Shaoyang said. "Did we stumble upon some kind of conspiracy?"

"It's alright." Bu Di took a few puffs of his cigarette, exhaling smoke, and a smile appeared on his thin face. "If you all pledge your loyalty to the Little Demon Master, then we're all family, and I'll naturally tell you everything."

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and sneered, "The three of us siblings have come a long way, cursing Buddha and ancestors. Whether it was a hero of the ages or a peerless demon, or even a crisis where the world had to eliminate him, nothing could shake our firm will."

“Exactly!” Hongxiu chimed in. “We’ve seen plenty of outstanding individuals with their martial arts skills, experience, wealth, looks, and cunning.” She grinned slightly. “What’s a so-called ‘little demon master’? Even if he is a ‘demon master,’ what does that matter?”

As Bu Di listened to their audacious words, his face flushed red and then turned pale. Finally, he suddenly laughed and said, "The little demon master has the idea of ​​being respectful to the virtuous and talented, but unfortunately he misjudged your arrogance! Very well, after I capture you, I will mold you into whatever I want, and I can beat or kill you as I please."

"Besides, the dead won't disturb our grand plan and can keep our secrets, isn't that great?"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled: "You're that confident?"

"Heh." Bu Di exhaled a smoke ring at the end. "I never fight a battle unprepared."

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "It seems you don't understand us."

Bu Di was suddenly stunned.

wrong!

Why haven't they reacted at all after all this time? Why haven't they collapsed to the ground?

Hongxiu sniffed it and curled her lips in disgust: "A low-class sleeping potion."

Ding An nodded and said, "This guy is even more naive than me, thinking we're afraid of this."

Hongxiu said, "We sent you here to probe our capabilities. But you were too eager to claim credit and show off. So you tried to capture us, or even kill us."

Ren Shaoyang said casually, "Of course, you were afraid of losing more than you gained by trying to steal a chicken, so you used sleeping gas to launch a sneak attack."

"What a crude and outdated method!" Hongxiu shook her head and said disdainfully, "As expected, the wicked rack their brains but can't outsmart a fool with a clever idea."

As Bu Di listened to their back-and-forth conversation, he began to dissect his own thoughts, unconsciously leaning back with a creak that was quite noticeable in the quiet second floor.

Bu Di couldn't help but think, "Damn it! If I let them scare me with a few words, how can I convince them?" With this thought, a wicked idea suddenly arose in his mind. He suddenly blew a puff of smoke at the little beggar, and flicked a sky full of sparks and smoke from his pipe, aiming it at her chest.

Suddenly, with a "clang," the pipe pierced the little beggar's chest, feeling as if it had struck metal.

Hongxiu smashed the pipe with a punch, then grabbed his wrist and said calmly, "You're asking for it."

Bu Di felt an unbearable pain as his wrist was squeezed, and he couldn't help but yell, "Attack together!"

"bass!"

In an instant, a flash of blue light appeared, and everyone heard a cracking sound. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, and before they could even cry out, they were all cut in half at the waist, along with the tables and chairs in the distance, all shattering into pieces.

The blue light made a turn in mid-air and the electricity rolled back.

Ren Shaoyang waved his sleeve, clearing away all the blood mist and fragments.

"Ah~ Ah! You!" Bu Di cried out in shock as Hong Xiu grabbed his hand and watched more than a dozen disciples die tragically in an instant.

Hongxiu shook her head: "You actually harbor ill intentions towards me? You deserve to die."

Bu Di suddenly looked up, just as he was about to beg for mercy, when suddenly a red light flashed before his eyes, and then his lower body was suddenly empty. Looking down, he found that he had been cut off at the waist, and blood was splattered on the floor like ink.

Hongxiu casually tossed the half of the "werewolf" on the ground and said indifferently, "This person is disgusting, no less than Jiang Yulang."

"He's nothing but cannon fodder." Ren Shaoyang turned to look at the stairwell and suddenly said loudly, "Little Demon Master, you've been waiting for so long, are you too scared to come up?"

"Hahaha!"

A long laugh rang out, and a young man dressed as a scholar walked up the stairs.

He was handsome and dashing, yet possessed a tall and imposing physique, and walked slowly towards us.

They ignored the severed limbs and broken pieces on the ground.

Standing three zhang away from the crowd, he politely said, "I have long heard of the Three Fiends, and seeing them today, I can confirm that their demonic flames are indeed overwhelming!"

The scholar smiled gently and said, "I am Fang Yeyu, the second disciple of the Demon Master. May I ask your esteemed names?"

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and raised an eyebrow slightly: "You actually dare to face us alone?"

Fang Yeyu waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "Brother Ren, although I am proud that I am unmatched among the younger generation, I dare not take on three 'Black List' level experts by myself."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud bang was heard from the roof tiles, and a large hole suddenly appeared.

A tall, thin old man landed and sat on the roof beam. His face was sallow and bluish, as if he were ill, but his lightness skill was truly remarkable.

At the same time, another gasp came from outside the building, and suddenly a man and a woman appeared on the railing behind the three people.

The woman had a face like a peach blossom, was charming and lovely, and swayed gracefully in the breeze, looking very delicate.

A night breeze blew by, lifting the woman's already open skirt, revealing a pair of snow-white, rounded thighs. Under the starlight, her smooth skin shimmered, extremely alluring.

Ding An glanced at it, frowned, but didn't look at it again. The little beggar asked him with a smile, "A broken hand, why aren't you looking at it?"

Ding An said in a muffled voice, "I think she's rotten inside and out, not worth looking at."

Upon hearing this, not only Ren Shaoyang but also the little beggar were taken aback.

Even Fang Yeyu couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

The beautiful woman narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, chuckled, and then scolded, "Very well, you gossipy brat, don't fall into my hands, or I'll cut it off!"

The handsome middle-aged man beside him smiled slightly and said softly, "Jieyu, one of these young men is handsome and the other is tall and imposing. It's really not good for you to be so unromantic."

As he spoke, his white hair fluttered in the wind, making him look exceptionally dashing.

Hongxiu smiled slightly: "Another scumbag has arrived."

As one of the two great protectors of the Demon Palace, the white-haired man held an extremely high position, and everyone respected him wherever he went. Upon hearing Hongxiu's words, his face turned cold, and he said, "You don't know your place! Little girl, you should know that loose lips sink ships."

Hongxiu glanced at him sideways, then said to Ren Shaoyang sarcastically, "Crippled man, these people are all so arrogant!"

“Look!” Ren Shaoyang spread his hands and laughed, “This is the essence of the martial arts world.”

"What essence?"

That was Fang Yeyu's voice, and he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Ren Shaoyang slowly said, "The one who dies the fastest in the martial arts world is not necessarily the one with the worst skills; it is very likely the one who is the most arrogant."

"Oh! I get it!" The little beggar slapped his palm. "For example, you said that the biggest obstacle to survival is not weakness, but arrogance. Right?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired man on the side snorted, about to retort.

Fang Yeyu clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Well said! Thought-provoking, hitting the nail on the head!"

Since the young master had spoken, the white-haired man, who had a bellyful of curses to hurl, could only let out another resentful snort.

"About Bu Di."

Fang Yeyu pointed to the half-destroyed "werewolf" and sighed, "It's truly a case of 'a wolf in the mountains becomes arrogant when it gains power.' As soon as it sat in a high position, it acted arbitrarily and outwardly complied while inwardly defying orders."

"It is a small matter if I die a miserable death, but it is a big deal if you all are despicable."

Fang Yeyu appeared extremely gentle and polite, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ren Shaoyang and the other two, saying, "Yeyu is here to apologize in advance."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and saw that he still had the demeanor of a refined young gentleman. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "The little demon master has such a demeanor. His master's unparalleled elegance is evident."

Fang Yeyu smiled slightly, and as he straightened up, the two short halberds on his back clicked. He smiled and said, "Gentlemen, this place is filthy and unbearable to look at. Why don't we move to the teahouse across the street and talk in detail?"

Ren Shaoyang stood up: "Brother Fang, please!"

Fang Yeyu laughed heartily: "Brother Ren, please!"

The group stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and walked downstairs.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang paused, glancing sideways at the man and woman on the railing: "You two are 'White Hair and Red Face'?"

"I am 'Red Beauty' Hua Jieyu," the woman said with a coquettish laugh. As she laughed, the open gauze revealed her bodice, and her two white mounds trembled.

“I am ‘White-Haired’ Liu Yaozhi,” the white-haired man said in a cold voice, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

Fang Yeyu introduced with a smile: "Brother Ren, these two are protectors of my Demon Master Palace, and the one on the roof beam is Wei Lidie, the lord of 'Ten Thousand Evil Sand Castle'."

Ren Shaoyang nodded, chuckled, and said to the "white-haired beauty," "You two, eat and drink as you please."

"Clam?"

The two women, one with white hair and the other with red skin, were taken aback, not understanding why this person was speaking in such a way.

Hongxiu and Ding'an laughed heartily, not even glancing at them, and followed Ren Shaoyang downstairs.

Fang Yeyu's expression suddenly turned cold. He looked at them intently, said nothing more, and followed them downstairs.

When Ren Shaoyang and his two companions got downstairs, they found a group of burly men standing on the street, all staring at them with cold expressions.

Fang Yeyu descended with the white-haired beauty and Wei Lidie, glanced at everyone, and said with a smile, "Everyone, please!"

Ren Shaoyang grunted and said, "Okay."

In the blink of an eye, everyone entered the teahouse again.

The main hall of this teahouse has been cleared out, with only a large round table in the center.

Fang Yeyu and the three villains sat down, and Fang Yeyu smiled as he poured tea for them. After three rounds of tea, Fang Yeyu carefully began to speak.

"Brother Ren, you have such a fine demeanor!" he praised first, then asked, "Do you know that people in the world can be divided into first, second, and third levels of cultivation?"

Ren Shaoyang found this amusing and smiled slightly: "Is there a hierarchy in cultivation? May I ask for your guidance?"

(End of this chapter)